AUTHOR'S NOTE:

We know it has been a while but oh well.

Here's an update.

This chapter dedicated to Nikole: We love you.

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Logan grunted that afternoon when Maggie, Hank, Ginny and Gemmie all came waltzing through the door. He had been hoping that he would have the whole place to himself that night for a little while but no, of course not—Logan's life didn't get to be that easy.

"Move over, Fucker—TV's mine now." Ginny told him, hitting his shoulder quickly.

Logan sent her a look. "Aren't you supposed to be in detention?!"

"Logan, hand over the fucking remote." Ginny replied, holding out her hand.

"I don't think so, Gin—you're grounded." Logan said, looking at the TV with a shrug.

Ginny's jaw dropped. "You're not my fucking father! Give me the fucking remote and no one gets hurt!"

Ginny whirled around to see Maggie and Gemmie cracking up with laughter, Maggie looking like tears were coming to her eyes already. She had no idea what the two thought was so funny, and then again why Hank looked like he was blushing. He was a blue hairy walking carpet…could he blush?

"Ginny you haven't changed in the slightest." Maggie told her and gave her a thumbs up. "Hank, meet Ginny—she's the most colorful of the Carlyles I assure you."

Logan rolled his eyes. "Yeah and together it's like the world is ending. Who's up for some dinner?"

"Shouldn't we wait for Genie?" Hank asked them.

"Logan you can't cook." Gemmie told him skeptically, ignoring Hank's statement.

Ginny laughed loudly. "Unless you count mac and cheese from the fucking blue box."

"Or cereal!" Gemmie added.

"You are so lucky I don't stab you two right now." Logan told them through gritted teeth.

He loved them, but he wanted to unwind from his hard day of teaching and they certainly weren't letting him do anything of the sort. Gemmie and Ginny high-fived and then Ginny had to go and say yet another demeaning thing to him and it pretty much settled his mind up then and there that they all had to go to a restaurant or he was gonna kill her.

"Oh look the puppy's angry. Poor wittle fucking puppy." Ginny told him in her baby talk voice.

"Which restaurant do you guys want to go to?" Logan asked them.

Gemmie shrugged. "I don't care as long as you don't let Ginny order this time. The last waiter didn't appreciate the, 'make it well done or I will fucking rip your guts out and hang you from the fucking ceiling with them' comment."

"What? I can't speak the truth?" Ginny asked. "When the fuck was that made a rule?"

"You need a new favorite word." Logan told her.

Ginny raised her eyebrows. "Why? I will say what I fucking like, thank you."

"Can we get Italian? It's my favorite." Maggie said, putting her two cents in. "Hank will eat wherever."

"All right but they better bring me some fucking cheesy breadsticks!" Ginny exclaimed.

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Genie's eyes shot open and still all she could see was pitch black abyss…and she could distinctly hear her phone. Thankfully it was right on the night stand, so she reached over at the glowing front and opened it up, pressing the phone to her ear.

"Hello?" She answered, trying to remember what had happened.

Gemmie spoke up. "Genie, where are you?"

"Um…I don't know…and I'm…I'm naked." Genie said and she bit her lip. "I don't know where I am and I'm naked."

"Oh God. How about unlike last time, you retrace your steps." Gemmie suggested with a heavy sigh. "Can you do that for me?"

Genie squinted a little to make out the shapes in the dark room. "Um…but I…yeah…yeah I think I can do that…I just gotta find my clothes…"

"You do that, I'll hold." Gemmie replied.

Genie nodded and got out of the bed and noticed a lump on the other side of the bed and knew she wasn't alone. This was just great! She had to go and get naked with some random person and now didn't know where the Hell her clothes were and her head hurt! Oh God…what if she got so drunk it was a chick?!

"Oh thank God." Genie said when the figured groaned.

"Was that an 'oh thank God I found my clothes', or an 'oh thank God I remember'?" Gemmie asked on the other line, still waiting for Genie to fill her in.

Genie shook her head. "No, no—it was an 'oh thank God there's a man in the bed next to me'."

"Unless they're a transvestite—just saying…I'm still holding." Gemmie explained.

"I hate you right now—oh! I found my pants! Oh…no…his pants." Genie said, stressing that it was in fact a man and then finding a large shirt and pulling it on even though it wasn't hers and far too big for her feminine frame.

Genie then proceeded out into the hallway and she felt like she could remember bits and pieces—the house looked so familiar and she needed to remember. Then a sound startled her and she knew where she was—she couldn't forget Jarvis!

"I know where I am!" Genie exclaimed.

"Hey! You bring me my fucking cheesy bread! Yeah you! The man whose fucking intestines are gonna paint this place if you don't fucking get your ass over here!" Genie heard Ginny say through the phone.

Gemmie laughed. "You can tell we're out eating Italian. So…you gonna show up? Where are you?"

"I'm at Tony Stark's. We got soused and uh…we had sex. I don't even remember if it was amazing or not!" Genie complained, running her fingers through her hair.

"Well I told you to stay sober so you could remember the sex but do you listen? No." Gemmie replied with a shrug.

Genie rolled her eyes. "Oh shut-up. I'm gonna find my clothes, get dressed and show up. I recognize the music in the background so I know where you are. Please don't let Ginny kill anyone or get you kicked out. Love you, goodbye."

"Goodbye, Genie." Gemmie replied.

They hung up and Genie hurried back into the dark room, asking Jarvis for a little light so she could find her clothes and not wake Tony up. When she was grabbing her purse though her keys jingled loudly as they hit the floor and she sighed as Tony opened his eyes.

"And where do you think you're going?" Tony asked her with a smile.

"I have to go." Genie explained. "This was fun though."

Tony nodded and then sat up and grabbed her hand as she turned to leave. "We should do it again sometime…preferably more sober."

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